Now, once here walking through this place as it is obviously a bit dark and claustrophobic to be honest, thinking about it it is difficult for me not to remember a specific day in which and yes, I ended up inside the galleries because of my disobedience story which I can fully narrate. Perhaps a week had passed since my parents at the edge of one of the entrances of the galleries once we moved away from the center of the forest in which we were hiding, after making a special request to his faithful servant, I was handed over to Lyall's hands to continue being educated, this time within society after the tragedy. By that time Lyall and I agreed to settle on the outskirts of Belcier, in the first instance wanting not to raise suspicions while keeping appearances above all, so in the end we both stayed in a small house near the entrance that leads to the viewpoint and which, like the Lombardi residence, had an access area that connected the aforementioned with the tunnels. Lyall

This day has been more than atrocious, the emotional overload that this has discharged on me due to each of these events are unprecedented since they have been very consecutive, so much has been the case that I have not even been given the time to fully digest each one individually and thus understand them properly. Everything has been a complete chaos, the very odyssey of an endless story. Life itself is very complicated and difficult to deal with with all its ups and downs that sometimes slow us down suddenly while added to this there are surprising stumbles that while out of nowhere form a cluster of inconsistencies that stop our path and without a doubt this does not make much difference. Meanwhile, while I am still there sitting on the roots of that tree with my knees slightly bent trying to analyze each of the events and thus understand why everything has happened suddenly without giving me a break and the worst without being able to turn back, with what rage he conte

"This has to be a joke, tell me Emma that it is," replied the one giving to show a little the feeling of disturbance that he was experiencing, "this cannot be possible, I don't understand it and I don't remember seeing him either, anything like this. "It is then possible that while you were here, nothing had happened yet that caused the appearance of it, for which I estimate that you therefore have no memory regarding this. Now, I'm also not the best person to talk to you about it because when I arrived she was already like this "indicate that immediately before that " now, Domini, I'm sorry to ask you, but it's been so long since you've come here. " "For about thirty years now, the last time I was here was precisely on the same day that I was handed over to Lyall. " Dominieck proclaimed that while his voice felt somewhat broken and undoubtedly made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable for having asked such a question, so due to the incidence of the same feeling I was forced

Dominieck's face could be noticed as it became more and more gloomy as I continued to contemplate such a man to that image that to my bewilderment seemed to instill in his person a great sadness. He had remained so still for that moment that if he had not seen how his body vibrated for the emotion that he was containing, that easily if he had not known him he would have mistaken sincerity for a living statue. "Dominieck, is something wrong? "he questioned while I was still standing at the entrance looking at him, and in view of not receiving any answer from him, I shouted in anticipation of probably getting someone from the interior to give an answer to my questions. "Grandfather, grandmother, I'm already at home," I replied with obvious enthusiasm thinking that it could be that those were perhaps hidden there from my sight, but nothing was heard, before that I questioned, I shouted again for the new time, but everything remained exactly the same. For some reason my eye

(Dominieck) One blow after another Lyall and I inferred to each other, our fight was a total chaos and it was so much the crash of that one that it was not only enough for us to wallow on the grass because before we could both analyze the situation we ended up right in the water, totally wet and even being that element in between we did not stop. Every blow I dealt, I took it seriously and undoubtedly inflicted damage on him, but Lyall didn't care. I did it with anger because of what I had been accumulating deep inside me, so many thoughts, feelings, desires and ideas that at the time I would have wanted to share with my parents something that due to the present situation I will never be able to do, therefore, that tormented me, did not let me think clearly and at the provocation of that I fell as if nothing. But for some reason, when I saw the man's face, I felt that for Lyall it was more than anything an object of fun, even though he found his lip lacerated after I hit him